W3 – Wheelchair

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I’m black and shiny and roll along

Have extra padding if she sits too long

I can be cranky and stick my brakes

I don’t care how much strength it takes

I sound mean, admit I love to complain

But I’m her only way to maintain

Independence, so I should be nicer

Sometimes I smoothly glide to entice her

To use me, and get out of her other chair

Get out of the house for some fresh air

Once in a while we go shopping

It’s fun in the parking lot, not stopping

Then I’m loaded into the trunk

Causing a short feeling of funk

While waiting for another adventure

Life’s not bad, being a chair.

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W3 Prompt #95: Wea’ve Written Weekly

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